Swan River

1 March 2017

I am metallic in winter
mercurial answer to sky

in me the black swan
lends fragility of feather
pushing webbed feet down
into my warm body steeped deep
with tannin and leaf

I am salt-veined and restless
shadow to your light
the black in the blue day’s
diffuse season

kerbed by cars wild
rush toward sea
I am at the foot
of your face the cliff of it
reading you
leaf by living leaf.


Notes:
Based upon the author’s photograph of the Swan River at foot of Mount Eilza

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